...darkness is the vast ocean of the universe... the Light of the moon reminds us of this as it brings shadows into view...
...today's tarot of trees displays a moon partially eclipsed into the symbol of islam... a crescent above a river that is framed by curly trees like something out of beetlejuice...
...at first i went with connotation... with prescribed adjectives that accompany darkness... but it was in opposition to the intrinsic force gushing through me... an embrace of the shadow side... of the dark and light side of the moon...'
...perhaps the moon is of such fascination to many of us because it highlights the crevices... the parts of us others don't see but that we live with... a candle that rummages through the attic space... that casts alive those lives within us that we have stuffed in there... that we tiptoe into to visit... hoping the floors won't creek... hoping no one hears us...
...the moon... when it is barely visible requires us to rely on our senses as we walk through our corridors... and this is when our skin's brain activates... reminds us that it is its own being... has a life of its own... that it grows slight bumps... it suddenly grows cold... it itches... the skin is calmed by the sound of the river rolling through... as if touch is informed by sound... as the ted talk neuroscientest revealed during this morning's satsang...
...the dark side of the moon keeps us on our toes... makes us grow inward... as our skin brushes through toothbrush and floss... as our hands touch plastic and our feet crush plastic bottles... the sound of the river reminds us of our desecration of that which is Sacred... the wastefulness... a reflection on our waste... what would it mean to be zero waste? how can one...?... i see it as part of the high frequency diet... part of the religious and spritiual path to be zero waste... i did so during ramahdan... brining my own plate and utensils... i will keep a small ziper bag for these things... as well as a handkerchief... restoring old clothes to be worn again...
...how are you taking inventory of the garbage you are collecting... that you create... that in not dealing with you grow into... like a prisoner in guantanmo sitting in his own feces...?...
...traditonal tarot reveals two wolves howling as they stare up at the moon... suggesting both devotion and wildness... of letting go to Connect with a deeper more innate force... the body of water sits below the hills and reflects our intuition... our consciousness... as a fish leaping out illustrates the thought process. chittas, as is referred to in vedic teachings... chittas which may or may not become samskaras... attachments... an opportunity for us to witness our sensory responses but to be in a state of equanimity...
...as you walk on down the road... instead of following the lady walking on 5the ave looking for gold and diamonds... walk down green weeded lane... pausing to grow cosy with comfrey... using its oils and root... and cautiously ingesting it... as it is super high in protein and can rupture your liver... cause uric acid... pause to awake by getting stung with nettles... using it to draw inflammation to areas that need it... sniff the lemon balm as you make a fire and alchemically transfomrm it into a stone using its ash oil and alcohol...
...walk into your intuition... if you feel something act on it... breathe deep... take it in with pause... find peace with the shadows the moon is highlighting... walk into these shadows... embrace them... make peace with them... transform from them... cry... laugh... let go...
...the moon requires pause... is telling you to avoid hasty decisions and life in the left lane... pranayama before you act...
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